How are art dealers greeted by St. Peter?

I am a relatively lighthearted individual who tries to find some sort of humor in even the saddest of moments. So when a letter pops up regarding the suicide of one Mrs. Sloane’s art dealers you can be sure I sat back and let out a heavy sigh. 

I immediately followed that sigh with a chuckle as I read the note that followed,


 It appears that I am not the only one who has the ability to be inappropriate at the wrong time. 


3 thoughts on “How are art dealers greeted by St. Peter?

  1. What a marvelous peek into the past. Thanks for that, Colin.
    I’m curious, did the art dealer’s son do as advised, buy up what he could and start his own business? It is not my job to judge, but I do hope that St. Peter gave Kelekian a stern lecture, at the very least. And what was the business about the cat? I must know what became of the cat! Sorry, there. My animal activist side came roaring out just then.

  2. The blithe expectation that the art dealer would “go up above” assumes St. Peter’s directives are very forgiving. From the terms of the will to the reason it is being read, I would wonder if the art dealer might find himself in a much warmer climate (assuming a traditional view).

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